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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

Listen, these niggas is tripping

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went