This is a song about "High grade hash"

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

See my hands start to shake

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

High as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a blunt

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

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