This is a song about "8th grade graduation"

They don't care if you make it to graduation,

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips