This is a song about "10th grade"

And these shape-shifting hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

10th grade idk how i plan to graduate...im just a husalah while yue just my

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

We both teenagers with the same mind state

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier