This is a song about "Centi grade"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Here they keep a rachet close

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

If i die before i wake