This is a song about "8th"

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

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

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

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

I know its good n' all, but i never understood my call, just stood to crawl.

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

It feels like december 8th

Magic city a lil bit of change

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,