This is a song about "Getting my grades up"

Getting fucked up i'm getting wasted look at the lyrics i've created

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Everybody getting throwed, keep the dro rolled up

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Im getting charged up like a battery

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/