This is a song about "5th grade"

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

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

I wanted a brother my mother i told her