This is a song about "Grade 8s"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I never use a fork i always spoon her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Since third grade i been packin bowls