This is a song about "The book of fourth grade nothing"

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Beat her with a medical book, page opens like the setting of a stage,

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

They told me worthless verses in different versions of the same book,

The flooding of the nothing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Miss i want to read into your nature

Sheets of nothing perhaps for the remainder,

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,