This is a song about "Grades up"

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

And biased unrelatable quizzes assist in the grades,

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

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

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

And i got them gold bottles, first place

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

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

Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/

But thinking bout grades gets me stressed

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day