This is a song about "The eighth grade"

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

I'm a grade a o g

Lets come up to my city

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her