This is a song about "5th grade"

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

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

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Do you think i'm crazy

I'm a grade a o g

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went