This is a song about "Grade"

I don't care about your grade,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I'm a grade a o g

Bitch, i might make you my baby

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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