This is a song about "9th grade"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

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

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

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Momma said i should reconsider law school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school