This is a song about "Sixth grade"

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

And these shape-shifting hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls