This is a song about "8 days"

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

The ones who spent their days cutting

New year's day in a couple of days

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Gotta work - slight work

They say that your days are numbered

In the first days, shy and nervous

A lovely outer surface

Schools these days think we learn it right

And if i want to go outside

Say you through will all my foul ways

It but say good bye to your days

Another day as i step out the door

And five days later, maybe more

All hard days of my life i face..

And i got them gold bottles, first place