This is a song about "5the grade"

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I told myself that i would play it cool

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper