This is a song about "Fourth grade"

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

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

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

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid