This is a song about "Going to 8th grade"

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

I ain't going to lie,

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Well here's how to keep the flow going

Straight g thing, double m g thing

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

Gotta just keep on rolling

And we try to keep going

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its not going to stop me,