This is a song about "Fifth grade"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I drove by with a fifth in me,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheel

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band