This is a song about "8th grade boy"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

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

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

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Miss i want to read into your nature

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

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

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

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy