This is a song about "Henry 8th"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

My pockets got paper on paper

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,

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Best believe this is the boy

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

You see i promised that i'd never change

It feels like december 8th