This is a song about "8th class love"

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

I'm just fucking round in class

And when it come to the cash

Cause you're most likely to crash

Thick lips and a sick class

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I ain't even really need that shop class

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Where every recipient, property of the state

And listen to the class professor/

Huh, i can't interpret her

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass