This is a song about "Ruling class"

I'm a first class writer,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

First out the gate last back to class,

First out the gate last back to class,

Baby, you got that super bass

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Now you're class partners for starters,

Talking about the god you serve

Fell asleep in first class

...that's all i have

You can't be wiping your ass

Why did i take this class/