This is a song about "No class"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

And listen to the class professor/

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

But i let off everything i have

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Fell asleep in first class

Baby got that super bass

Is a space that now you hold

Skipping class and growing cold

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

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

And you just want to get to class

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass