This is a song about "Sped class"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

On a whole different class

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

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

You can't be wiping your ass

I'm just fucking round in class

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

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

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

First out the gate last back to class,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Took the van, went snatch her

I'm a first class writer,

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust