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

Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Take the hits in motion, like you was playing rugby

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

And my only fear's a wedding ring

You see i promised that i'd never change

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th