This is a song about "Seventh grade"

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

I'd done stacked many

I'm a grade a o g

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

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

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

I understand i'm back by popular demand

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