This is a song about "8 grandkids"

That outnumber infinity

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Let's have a toast for this new love

Inequality promises

But in the meantime it's lights please

Interviews, magazines, movies….

Got me rushed to the station

Destination: desolation

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

Few chips, i get out n' spray

As i light one for ill will

Not even metaphorical

Catch you up on places i've been

Completed assassination.

(8 second instrumental break)

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight