This is a song about "8th grade"

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

But she forgot about the golden rule

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

I was gonna write you a poem today

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

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

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

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool