This is a song about "Grade 1"

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

I don't care about your grade,

We both had dreams of being great

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

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

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,