This is a song about "7th grade relationships"

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,

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

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

And on the 7th day, focus on seeing the light

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

I don't care about your grade,

They say them colors must be fake

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

Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Then the relationships before

As i'm watching the snow fall