This is a song about "Going to the 7th grade"

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

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Just free bars going to the limit

Im going to the gym! to annoy the chicks! and

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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