This is a song about "Grade six"

When you spill out hits

You’re not a size six

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Got some sick trix to get a six,

She likes the way it hits her lips

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

One one six my favorite fashion

And started listening when i was six

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight