This is a song about "Getting good grades"

Too bad my grades be low as fuck, fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

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

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

I’d rather murder whack emcees, getting good, stacking beats,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds