This is a song about "5th grade"

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

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

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

But she forgot about the golden rule

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

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

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

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

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

On two 5th street rock d's mc's like adidas.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love