This is a song about "Marketing class"

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

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

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

And you just want to get to class

Fell asleep in first class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Instead of being in class

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

On a whole different class

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Thick lips and a sick class

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

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

I ain't even really need that shop class

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash