This is a song about "Passing the grade"

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

She was hit in the crash as she was passing i'm gasping

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But i do quite well with all the bait

I don't care about your grade,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

The teacher begins passing out the tests

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But wait til a couple years start passing

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Napolean passing pneumonia on the podium

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come