This is a song about "Spin class"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Along with the whole class

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Thick lips and a sick class

Spin it like a circus

Rub the wood and ima show em love

She started to spin, i began to grin/

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

I've become immune to you no name haters

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Different color cars, my garage a rainbow

Will spin round the world like a tornado