This is a song about "Second grade"

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

I'm a grade a o g

To them it's just a story

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I don't care about your grade,

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait