This is a song about "8th grade student council"

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I did ever thing to make them grade this, an a plus

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

It feels like december 8th

And i doubt that ever change

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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