This is a song about "Grades divorce hoes cheating"

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Its a easy bet ofcourse,im harder than going through a divorce,

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

I barely can see throw my hazy shades, wish i had good grades

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Wake up sleeping cheating im dreaming constantly competing

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

I slumped, in my chair and my grades