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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

I get that work from my face

The feeling will only last for days

Put expressions in their music and create the face

They call me the god of night and the king of days

But with foolness you're injected, so imma leave your hart to yearn

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

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

All hard days of my life i face..

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives