This is a song about "The eighth grade"

Say hello to the eighth king, i solved it for these pastors

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Buried and killed by the worlds eighth wonder

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

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

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

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake