This is a song about "End of 8th grade"

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Get in the mood on blacc friday

And at the end of the day,

You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

It feels like december 8th

I don't care about your grade,

They fasting they won't leave me ate