This is a song about "6th grade girls"

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

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

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Good love then i can do that for her

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

I'm a grade a o g

I swear they think i'm crazy

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

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

We ahead of the curve

But got love for them girls