This is a song about "Henry the 8th"

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

Miss i want to read into your nature

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

I'm the nigga with the juice

Niggas die over shoes

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

He a message, i'm the runner

In the heat of the summer,