This is a song about "4th grade love"

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Here they keep a rachet close

Since third grade i been packin bowls

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla