This is a song about "4th grade"

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

My criteria ain't even that serious

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano