This is a song about "Stock market class"

Thick lips and a sick class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I'm just fucking round in class

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Fuck these gomers, our country's run by stock brokers.

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

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

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.