This is a song about "Working class"

Along with the whole class

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

From working through rain and pain

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Aye, is this mic working?

Bun b, i’m underground king

Instead of being in class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

And you just want to get to class

Your life is a product of trash

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

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