This is a song about "9th grade"

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

If i should die before i wake

I don't care about your grade,

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

No david lettermans acting a fool

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,