This is a song about "Second grade"

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Early adapters agree they all late

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool