This is a song about "Your grades"

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

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

So much to say a scrabble game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

It's like have fun or get a shit grade, or get grades and live a lonely life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

While working on my mistakes

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

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

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

Too bad my grades be low as fuck, fuck

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

All they care about is the grades,