This is a song about "8th grade biy"

I almost ended it all, i almost fuckin hung a rope n' let all 150 pounds fall

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

She self made, i'm self made

I don't care about your grade,

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

If i should die before i wake

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

It feels like december 8th

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

I'm a grade a o g

It's obvious i'm crazy