This is a song about "Retro grade motion"

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

I don't care about your grade,

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Ten more depending on where wale going

That causes the fucking motion

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

In the club like fuck it, though

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Lyrical ocean big spit lyrics in slow motion

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade