This is a song about "Grade six"

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Got some sick trix to get a six,

You can hear it in my lyrics

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

At an extremly alarming rate

... i recorded this.... take six

Just another product of this matrix

The faker they shakin' my hand

600 benz, house six hundred grand