This is a song about "First grade"

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

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

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool