This is a song about "5th grade"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good