This is a song about "Bad grades"

All they care about is the grades,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Fuck 'em all when i creep 'n crawl they sleep 'n fall so they wanna brawl

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

And biased unrelatable quizzes assist in the grades,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

It's like have fun or get a shit grade, or get grades and live a lonely life

I barely can see throw my hazy shades, wish i had good grades

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/

I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school