This is a song about "Second class citizen"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

First out the gate last back to class,

An average citizen i think not

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Thick lips and a sick class

Your life is a product of trash

Your beautiful during class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Can i have the attention of the class for one second?

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

Dismissive like we miss the principle of being a good citizen.