This is a song about "First grade"

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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

Im still here but i can't skate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

But lets put first things first

It's such a lonely world

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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