This is a song about "In my class"

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Flying first class on my airplane

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

But still no one believes in me, team be like fuck that, act out in class

Non are in the same class as me

And my kick game beyond crazy

You're avoiding my rhymes/ so i'll fill the void in your mind like a school class

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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