This is a song about "2nd grade"

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

You remember the line i said at the beginning of the 2nd part

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

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

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

September 2nd will go down in history

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,