This is a song about "Grade school"

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

Yeah, and make sure everything you say