This is a song about "Grade six"

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

It is super sized, number twenty six

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And i’m talkin, passenger action

One one six my favorite fashion

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

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

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Play this shit while you contemplate

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

Just lay back, get your face slapped

600 benz, house six hundred grand