This is a song about "8th grade to 9th grade"

I swear they think i'm crazy

I'm a grade a o g

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid