This is a song about "8th grade"

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

And i could see you coming home after work late

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

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

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep