This is a song about "Grade"

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

Every night i stroke hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks