This is a song about "5th grade"

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love