This is a song about "Small grades"

And biased unrelatable quizzes assist in the grades,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Stand tall and stall till small kids fall

Always knew where the pot was

Everybody have's small problems

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I barely can see throw my hazy shades, wish i had good grades

I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days