This is a song about "5th grade"

We love for a while then a light goes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

And i could see you coming home after work late

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

I don't care about your grade,

I feel good, i look great

I told myself that i would play it cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school