This is a song about "3rd grade"

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Im washin off another plate

I don't care about your grade,

3rd degree no not masonry, its a bloody murder scene,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

The furnace be permanently burning g's to the 3rd degree

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade