This is a song about "Forth grade rock"

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

But god is still the rock

Almost cried right on the spot

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Walk that body, talk that body

I'm a grade a o g

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer

Cause baby you're my rock

Your chick said i'm hot