This is a song about "8th grade student council"

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

I don't care about your grade,

Give me dome, then let me skate

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,