This is a song about "Getting bad grades"

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

While working on my mistakes

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

You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call

Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

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

I can taste the salt from my tears

The world getting bad i'm feeling tense.

And no longing for dates

All they care about is the grades,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But thinking bout grades gets me stressed