This is a song about "6 and 7graders"

My nigga, its all love

No talent and tasteless

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

Don't you fall from grace

Forever and always

I fear no opponent

Get some visine and

And thank doom for his herbs/

Actions speak louder than words

Put the purp in the blunt

I gotta calm down and

And thats all because ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

And ima suffocate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate