This is a song about "Music class"

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I'm just fucking round in class

So chase the air hide your stash

Knowing when its over blastin music

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Why did i take this class/

Why probe our ass

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Baby, you got that super bass

First out the gate last back to class,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music