This is a song about "Fourth grade"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

Wanna see you work your body

I'm a grade a o g

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Since third grade i been packin bowls