This is a song about "8th grade biy"

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

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

Im still here but i can't skate

I don't care about your grade,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

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

I was wondering maybe

I'm a grade a o g

Good love then i can do that for her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!