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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

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

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

We both teenagers with the same mind state

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen