This is a song about "First grade"

I been all around the world

But lets put first things first

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

She self made, i'm self made

I don't care about your grade,

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

I get my paper, y'all just hate

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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