This is a song about "Fourth grade"

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

To them it's just a story

I'm a grade a o g

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

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

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck