This is a song about "Second grade"

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Gimme a second i reckon

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Funny 1st verse serious second,

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

I'm a grade a o g

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

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

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