This is a song about "The class of people"

The myth of a system alienating its people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Instead of being in class

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Head of the class moments need to pass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

You're passed to the back of the class for your flatulent gases

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Can i have the attention of the class for one second?