This is a song about "Fuck grade 7"

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

When you spill out hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Baby you so fine

Fuck with them you fuck with swine

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

I thought it'd get better but

I dont even give a fuck

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress