This is a song about "Eight grade"

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

3 times, show me your peace sign

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

"here's my address, meet you at my place at eight"

So while you worry about the hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid