This is a song about "Good grade"

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,