This is a song about "Grammar school"

Every kid in the school yard

Blasting out some backyard

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Trying to get back to this thing called love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

My records sell, yes sir

Yeah, they call me country grammar

See i learned it in school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

But she forgot about the golden rule