This is a song about "Grade school"

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

But she forgot about the golden rule

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I don't care about your grade,

Low income no bills getting paid

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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