This is a song about "Fourth grade"

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Now answer my questions im about to spit fourth, remember show no remorse now begin,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

I don't care about your grade,

Play this shit while you contemplate

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

Choking on them white boys make a black panther