And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.
80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,
I don't care about your grade,
But i do quite well with all the bait
But more importantly taught me to pray
Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray
Since third grade i been packin bowls
2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes
No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade
I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
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