This is a song about "Jonathan the 5th grader"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You bitch,your bars are like shitty first grader

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

On the 5th of the first month,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

On two 5th street rock d's mc's like adidas.

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme