This is a song about "The working class"

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Working the drywall partying it up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Got my foot on the gas

First out the gate last back to class,

Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

But i'm working on the next one now

Will somebody please show me how

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

That's why he's sitting all alone in the class

Now i got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,