This is a song about "6th grade"

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Had a threesome in my 6th bar, all in 1 thread

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Since third grade i been packin bowls

No, no, we are not those

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

She self made, i'm self made

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,