This is a song about "7th grade"

Looking at your money

I'm a grade a o g

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

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Live from the lamont's rose

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade