This is a song about "8th grade biy"

I don't care about your grade,

See my hands start to shake

And that i spent the night with her

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Dc, man over money

I'm a grade a o g

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again