This is a song about "Eight grade"

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I'm level two, you're level eight

Redbox flow and i do not date

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Live from the lamont's rose