This is a song about "Grade"

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

No david lettermans acting a fool

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

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