This is a song about "Grade"

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

So like i said before don't act a fool

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

"contemplate", i wrote about her

About disaster in the world and

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree