This is a song about "Grades up"

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

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

All they care about is the grades,

One verse is all it takes

I know you're mad, but so what

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

2 of her friends in the back boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

While working on my mistakes

Came back from parents evening, got my grades