This is a song about "Garrett davis in 9th grade"

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Rip this is for you jordan davis

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Since third grade i been packin bowls