This is a song about "Second grade"

Give me dome, then let me skate

I don't care about your grade,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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