This is a song about "6th grade"

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

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

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

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

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

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