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

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I got something you've been waiting for

I'm a grade a o g

So give it baby

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,