This is a song about "Last days of 3rd grade"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

The feeling will only last for days

All of my days are spent

Hold up yea we the best

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

They tell us to go home and spend the last days y'all have together

That song a star is born, so hot of a record got me a 3rd degree burn

Its understandable if you don't believe me if thats the pattern

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

I got something you've been waiting for

The days of our adventure

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

This is story of my four days inside