This is a song about "8th grader"

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

This rap is like a 1st grader wrote this

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

That k o d a lil bit of change

It feels like december 8th

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

The second grader cadence was great but maybe you should try harder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I know my calling's worth like phone card

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

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.

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop