This is a song about "8th grade boy"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I'm a grade a o g

But am i less holy

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

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