This is a song about "I m in 7th grade"

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

They only got fuck up lookin m&m's in this

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards