This is a song about "Grades"

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

And biased unrelatable quizzes assist in the grades,

You need to keep good grades do good in school so those dreams don't flop.

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

But thinking bout grades gets me stressed

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

Too bad my grades be low as fuck, fuck

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Forgettin' 'bout my grades while i'm soakin' up some rays

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

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