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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

Rip this is for you jordan davis

All we need is convienient love

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Must be something you want me to see

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree