This is a song about "8th grader"

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

It feels like december 8th

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You bitch,your bars are like shitty first grader

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

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

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

The second grader cadence was great but maybe you should try harder

Good love then i can do that for her

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader