This is a song about "High grade hash"

And my kick game beyond crazy

I'm a grade a o g

I don't care about your grade,

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

No one-half and i hate math

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Hash tag it, get mentions for it

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

To reds i ain't know how to act