This is a song about "8th class love"

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

Your beautiful during class

Cause you're most likely to crash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

...that's all i have

Thick lips and a sick class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

On a whole different class

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash