This is a song about "Fourth grade"

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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

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

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls