This is a song about "8th grade biy"

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm a grade a o g

To them it's just a story

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

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

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

And these shape-shifting hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls