This is a song about "Music class"

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Hard to make it in music/

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

You can't be wiping your ass

Along with the whole class

Why did i take this class/

I can barely wipe my ass

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Got the passion for the music

Fell asleep in first class

Baby, you got that super bass