This is a song about "A crush in the 8th grade"

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Cuz baby i got a crush

Pocket racked up all big faces

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

With a little bit of passion

A rush, to crush some pills and pop em in

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus