This is a song about "Centi grade"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Give me dome, then let me skate

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats