This is a song about "Seventh grade"

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

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Im still here but i can't skate

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

If i die before i wake

I don't care about your grade,

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band