This is a song about "Grade"

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

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

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I don't care about your grade,

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

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

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

I'm a grade a o g

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate