This is a song about "9th grade"

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I call that shit that middle school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust