This is a song about "Fourth grade"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

At an extremly alarming rate

I don't care about your grade,

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Where every recipient, property of the state

I mesomorph, into a dwarf, after engulfing the fourth quartz.

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts