This is a song about "Italian class"

Well, that's what you are

I'm a first class writer,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Fell asleep in first class

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Now you're class partners for starters,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

And listen to the class professor/

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her