This is a song about "Come to class and get better grades"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

And none spit, better man, i cleverly come with

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

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

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

When ya come to our hood and try take over boy it better your dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Scream out come get me put the gun to my head and pull the trigger

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

You get too big and here they come trying to,