This is a song about "Im in class"

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

As you can probably see im a different class of

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Non are in the same class as me

Looking at your money

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Im hooked on big ass but not from your class

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different