This is a song about "Matt class work"

So chase the air hide your stash

First out the gate last back to class,

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Puttin in work, to much work,

I'm why baby fathers kirk

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Fell asleep in first class

Baby, you got that super bass

Along with the whole class

And when it come to the cash

Instead of being in class

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

I'm a first class writer,

Through the barbed wire