This is a song about "Seventh grade"

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

I'm a grade a o g

I’m a hustla, baby

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics