This is a song about "Plus"

Don't you fall behind, like a c plus

Niggas talk with limited service

Plus all the destruction.

You're uncool like my mother kin

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Plus no one picks on me anymore

So tell me why are we at war

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Plus he’s crazy, lazy like a baby

Forget about that think of the plus

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

Plus we're fed lies by the news people

Lady at the frank stand will

My first lyrics were a b plus,

Mama always told me i’d be famous