This is a song about "8th grader"

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

You bitch,your bars are like shitty first grader

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

This rap is like a 1st grader wrote this

With foreign names, valet the range

It feels like december 8th

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

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