This is a song about "Loser 7th grader"

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I'm inhaling this drug trynna heal my pain. ima loser,

I got nothing to lose, loser i'll bruise ya/

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

The second grader cadence was great but maybe you should try harder

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

This rap is like a 1st grader wrote this

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Otherwise i'll see a loser

I am hip-hop. past, present and future