This is a song about "3rd grade"

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

I'm a grade a o g

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

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

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

I don't care about your grade,

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

After this eighth be high like out of middle school