This is a song about "Gettin good grades"

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,

It's like have fun or get a shit grade, or get grades and live a lonely life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Get you high, keep it on the low

Well i'm gettin older know

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/

You need to keep good grades do good in school so those dreams don't flop.

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

But thinking bout grades gets me stressed

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Got campaign going so strong