This is a song about "8th grade biy"

They say them colors must be fake

I don't care about your grade,

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

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

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

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

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

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

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school