This is a song about "High grade hash"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I don't care about your grade,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak