This is a song about "9th grade"

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I don't care about your grade,