This is a song about "Sixth grade"

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

I don't care about your grade,

If i should die before i wake

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

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

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait