This is a song about "5th grade graduation"

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Me and you just need to talk a bit

So hold this 5th of liqueur and spit

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I don't care about your grade,

They say them colors must be fake