This is a song about "9th grade"

I'm a grade a o g

But i think i like that, just maybe

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I don't care about your grade,

When the club gets played