This is a song about "8 days"

The wrong drink, the right work

They say that your days are numbered

Ya'll wife and white knight her

The days of our adventure

In the coldest days darkest nights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

But i ain't listening

The ones who spent their days cutting

Because they weak, like seven days.

Say you through will all my foul ways

Going for days and days unshaven

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Liked it when those days were better

These days, i'm still going at it

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that