This is a song about "Grades"

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

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

And biased unrelatable quizzes assist in the grades,

Too bad my grades be low as fuck, fuck

I thought it'd get better but

Night i need that she comin here right away

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

But thinking bout grades gets me stressed

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

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

All they care about is the grades,