This is a song about "7 th grade"

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

You can't face th' brutal honest

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band