This is a song about "7th grade"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

I don't care about your grade,

New york, va, dc, get paid

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends