This is a song about "Grade school"

Then you look like a fucking fool

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones