This is a song about "Working class"

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

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

Instead of being in class

You can't be wiping your ass

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

Working from nouns to verbs

Singing my life with his words

Aye, is this mic working?

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

That 53% of whites are working class with stereotypes?

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

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