This is a song about "Sped class"

Why probe our ass

Fell asleep in first class

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

I'm a first class writer,

All my shit designer

On a whole different class

Little light in the ass

First out the gate last back to class,

Baby, you got that super bass

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

That could get the world sped up, instead of assulted and shred.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

First out the gate last back to class,