This is a song about "9th grade"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

I'm a grade a o g

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

I want to feel her in every way

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior