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

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

I ain't going to lie,

Dump that bitch in the sly

Im going to get some head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Living if she is or not

But i'm not going to stop,

Going to the lobby

Hopin' that my niggas see

Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try