This is a song about "Gettin good grades"

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Gettin weak all in my knees

Forgettin' 'bout my grades while i'm soakin' up some rays

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

And i got that good shit, might end up gettin my dick sucked

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different