This is a song about "7 th grade"

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

And any connotation is viewed many ways

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

But it was africa the continent we all came from

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade