This is a song about "7th grade"

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,

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

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

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

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

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

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days