This is a song about "First grade"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

If i should die before i wake

I don't care about your grade,

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era