This is a song about "8th grader"

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Magic city a lil bit of change

It feels like december 8th

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly