This is a song about "8th grade graduation"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Patience got me through graduation

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

You redundant, you never ever change

It feels like december 8th

Yeah, it's all natural baby

I'm a grade a o g

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

And i could see you coming home after work late