This is a song about "8th"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

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

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

It feels like december 8th

That k o d a lil bit of change

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,