This is a song about "4th grade"

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

I'm a grade a o g

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Here they keep a rachet close

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

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

4th quarter, how you gon go and take mike out?

Is dc in the house, without a doubt