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

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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/

Schools are like a prison

Yeah bitch this date's done

‘cuz you’re mad enough to scream but you’re sad enough to tear (x2)

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Middle school was finally done

Catch you up on places i've been

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see