This is a song about "Good grade"

Our vision never changed, we self made

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

Since third grade i been packin bowls

This is oh so much like getting votes

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

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