This is a song about "Lower class"

Your beautiful during class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Why did i take this class/

...that's all i have

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Your lines of rhyme just keep getting lower and lower

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Im feeling lower than a broken bumper

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Convinces the lower minded and the slower sighted

It's somehow better now, lower middle class, blue collars,

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last