This is a song about "11th grade"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I don't care about your grade,

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

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

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Celebrate the very day that she get past

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

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

At an extremly alarming rate