This is a song about "Eighth grade"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Buried and killed by the worlds eighth wonder

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

Put a eighth on lay away

Yeah ain't that what the song say