This is a song about "6th grade"

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

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

I don't care about your grade,

If i die before i wake

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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