This is a song about "8th grade boy"

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Bitch, they call it motor city

I'm a grade a o g

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight