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

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

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great