This is a song about "5th grade"

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

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

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th

You see i promised that i'd never change