This is a song about "5 grade"

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Or babies they raisin

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

5 times i must repeat it, then 5 times must delete it.

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

6 popping 5 dropping

Go where you ain't been

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

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