This is a song about "Fourth grade"

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I mesomorph, into a dwarf, after engulfing the fourth quartz.

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

I just want somebody i can see

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids