This is a song about "7th grade"

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

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

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

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

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

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great