This is a song about "Grade"

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

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

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

And i got 'em every day, every day

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

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

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

You feel it from your head to your toes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day