This is a song about "Mlk jr"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Whilst in a school called junior high

Bitch i slice your biscuit

About some tyga beef shit

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Jesus christ and shawn carter are my only idols

We vegetables, on them record labels

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

After many lessons, you still acknowledging the novice nature