This is a song about "Grade school love"

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Our vision never changed, we self made

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

You're still my bro that i love, got to take ya to school

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

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

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

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

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

I don't care about your grade,

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool