This is a song about "10th grade"

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

I don't care about your grade,

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes