This is a song about "Music class"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

You make elevator music

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Gotta make that cash

Along with the whole class

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Making dollar bills out of music

I like to call that a quick flip

Hard to make it in music/

I be on some other shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

...that's all i have

Thick lips and a sick class