This is a song about "Forth grade"

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Me and justin back and forth though we're different dudes,

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Jabbing saws back and forth, can’t track who did it all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

J. cole runnin' late

I don't care about your grade,