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.

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Magic city a lil bit of change

It feels like december 8th

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

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

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

He was very clever in english science and math