This is a song about "8th class love"

Fuck 'em all when i creep 'n crawl they sleep 'n fall so they wanna brawl

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

I'm a first class writer,

And i ain't frontin for her

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

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

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

I ain't even really need that shop class