This is a song about "Resource class"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

I'm a first class writer,

I got more hoes than tiger

On a whole different class

Just put your hand on the glass

You can't be wiping your ass

I walk down the hallway to my class

Secret society all we ask is trust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I'm gettin discouraged with her

And listen to the class professor/