This is a song about "Fifth grade pimp"

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I'm a grade a o g

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

I feel good, i look great

I don't care about your grade,