This is a song about "Playing tag in the 5th grade"

The only name you'll need is on your toe tag

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Got the musician in my palace playing brasses,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

If you don't then you better tag out i'm in the game

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Just as you rose you will fall

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight