This is a song about "Grade"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

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

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

I don't care about your grade,