This is a song about "Fifth grade"

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I don't care about your grade,

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Since third grade i been packin bowls

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

But i do quite well with all the bait

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Sierra still saying iv played her since fifth