This is a song about "7th grade recess"

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Every night i stroke hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and