This is a song about "Stock market class"

Cause you're most likely to crash

I'm just fucking round in class

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

You can't be wiping your ass

Along with the whole class

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

I'm in another universe no idea where i am at all

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Instead of being in class

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits