This is a song about "Maths class"

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

How the fuck you wipe your ass

On a whole different class

Along with the whole class

I can barely wipe my ass

I'm a first class writer,

It's real dog, i live in the fire

First out the gate last back to class,

And when it come to the cash

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

She's history, i wrecked with chemistry; technically we ain't the same class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Instead of being in class