This is a song about "Grade school love"

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Im still here but i can't skate

I don't care about your grade,

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

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,