This is a song about "Stock market class"

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Instead of being in class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

And i don't make no bed rock

But hows this, your the laughing stock

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets