This is a song about "Smokin weed since the fitfh grade"

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

About disaster in the world and

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Now it's time to eat

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

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Smokin' weed like i'm a rastafarian professional

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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