This is a song about "8th grade graduation"

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

They say them colors must be fake

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

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

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

You see i promised that i'd never change

It feels like december 8th

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Patience got me through graduation

Catch you up on places i've been