This is a song about "Seventh graders"

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

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

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm