This is a song about "3rd grade"

It's obvious i'm crazy

I'm a grade a o g

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

3rd eye following the light so i can see the shine

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake