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

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Give me dome, then let me skate

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

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

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

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.

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

I don't care about your grade,