This is a song about "Grade school"

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

My friends were off at school

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

If i die before i wake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I don't care about your grade,

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,