This is a song about "A b c"

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No a/c cheap car to do work

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Yo i dream to be also an mc but still ma raps getting a c

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

And go,cause carl c returned to fuck up a hoe,

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.