This is a song about "5th grade"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

On two 5th street rock d's mc's like adidas.

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I don't care about your grade,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

If i should die before i wake