This is a song about "Madison middle school haters luke david sad mad emotions schools"

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Haters acting the bitterest they just mad cause im different

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Instead invest in some medical schools//

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

When i was mad, you thought i was sad