This is a song about "Grade 1"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Since third grade i been packin bowls

I don't care about your grade,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether