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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

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

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

Since third grade i been packin bowls

You feel it from your head to your toes

Student by day, lyricist by night, have you noticed?/

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest