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

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

I don't care about your grade,

Of course they all hate

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

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

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes