This is a song about "8 grandkids"

Completed assassination.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And her smile lit up the room

7 to 8, zoom, boom tune

Incinerating melody

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Destination: desolation

First off congratulations on the win

Everybody (everybody)

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Motherfucker your adopted!

And you're, approaching me right

Anorexics an apatite