This is a song about "5the grade"

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

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

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

And my main bitch, she just started school

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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