This is a song about "Third grade"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Maybe the third trigger

Third eye for eternity

If you ain't about money

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

I don't care about your grade,

If i die before i wake

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Where every recipient, property of the state

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