This is a song about "Grade school love"

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

That i love, got to take ya to school

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Every night i stroke hoes

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school