This is a song about "8th grade boy"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

No it ain't easy

I'm a grade a o g

I don't care about your grade,

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

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

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight