This is a song about "Fourth grade"

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Kirko paint her walls

But as time goes back and fourth,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

Give me dome, then let me skate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade