This is a song about "Grade 6 school"

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Dc, man over money

School flunkie, pill junky

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Up at three, school at dawn,

You just gotta be strong

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Summer school? ya, ok.

I've got so much to say

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade