This is a song about "4th grade"

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus