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

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut