This is a song about "5th grade graduation"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

I don't care about your grade,

At an extremly alarming rate

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

I can always go home and look down my street

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Can't wait for my graduation bitch so i can finna leave the bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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