This is a song about "Grade school"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

But don't let rappad lie with a falsely given grade a,

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Early adapters agree they all late

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,