This is a song about "Henry 8th"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

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

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.