This is a song about "3rd grade"

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

3rd degree no not masonry, its a bloody murder scene,

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I told myself that i would play it cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight