This is a song about "The eighth grade"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

I'm a grade a o g

Please boo what's your size crazy

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake