This is a song about "Fourth grade"

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

But as time goes back and fourth,

Alcohol and booty calls

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

Bait baby, wait baby

I'm a grade a o g

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck