This is a song about "Grade school"

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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