This is a song about "Grade 6 school"

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Rapping rule, back to school

Then you look like a fucking fool

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Summer school? ya, ok.

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I'm a grade a o g

Do you think i'm crazy