This is a song about "Grade 6"

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

I'm a grade a o g

Don't worry bout a thang baby

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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