This is a song about "Good grade"

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

I get my paper, y'all just hate

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Live from the lamont's rose

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day