This is a song about "7th grade"

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

And on the 7th day, focus on seeing the light

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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

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

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her