This is a song about "Eight grade"

I'm level two, you're level eight

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

See my hands start to shake

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine