This is a song about "Your grades"

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

You need to keep good grades do good in school so those dreams don't flop.

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.

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I never fit in with them light skins

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades