This is a song about "This song is dedicated to the american lower class"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

But this song is infinitely finished

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

This is dedicated to the women of the world...

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

To the green im dedicated

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Lower than the lames is