This is a song about "Grade school"

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Here they keep a rachet close

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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