This is a song about "Grade school"

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

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

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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