This is a song about "Retro grade motion"

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Can even afford retro fours

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Hello, the hype is so mellow

Roaming the streets wearing retro

That i put in motion

Through thick and thin

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

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid