This is a song about "Eight grade"

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

No david lettermans acting a fool

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade