This is a song about "Passing the grade"

Bun b, i’m underground king

About how your life is passing.

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

Napolean passing pneumonia on the podium

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

I wonder why, i sit and cry

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face