This is a song about "Underpass"

But my plan is to show you that i understand

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

They're puttin us in separation, like a dictated nation,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Used it to tunnel against the rocks to a new place and bought

A wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation

If we focus on unity instead of separation

Weight of the world, i lift without preparation

And it's time to make u stand out (separation)

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Of course they all hate

I don't care about your grade,