This is a song about "Grade 1"

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

No david lettermans acting a fool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

This is oh so much like getting votes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played