This is a song about "The working class"

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

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

First out the gate last back to class,

But i'm not really working the corner,

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now

Along with the whole class

Bring your pen and your weed stash