This is a song about "Bullying in the first grade"

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

In the first days, shy and nervous

I think found where your mind was

The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Always gonna be the first in my prime

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

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

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole