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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

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

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

I don't care about your grade,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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