This is a song about "Grade 8s"

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

Since third grade i been packin bowls

We love for a while then a light goes

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

All dem niggas gonna hate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade