This is a song about "Eighth grade"

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Wanna see you work your body

I'm a grade a o g

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

They say them colors must be fake

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away