This is a song about "Forth grade"

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

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

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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