This is a song about "Grade school love"

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

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

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

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

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status