This is a song about "The book of fourth grade nothing"

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Know you are the king of kings and lord of lords in the book revelations god

My mind is full of nothing but words, but nothing refers as the punishment

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

The flooding of the nothing

I was born to do the damn thing

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

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

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

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet