This is a song about "8th grade biy"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

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

About disaster in the world and

She will never get by, no how no way

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

I don't care about your grade,

I don't mind if you niggas hate

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Talk sharp like a razor blade