This is a song about "8th grade boy"

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

I'm a grade a o g

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

I know its good n' all, but i never understood my call, just stood to crawl.

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