This is a song about "Grade"

I'm a grade a o g

Mama made her pretty

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!