This is a song about "8th grade math"

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

When the club gets played

I don't care about your grade,

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

The after math arithmetic,

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Early adapters agree they all late

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for