This is a song about "8 inches"

Honorable entertainment/

And bijies like im out and

Inequality promises

Ships that sail to distant places

Hater please, you 8 degrees

Lights please, lights please

Strangely deteriorating

I know the road i'm taking

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

But i ain't get to see you today

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

Generating celebrations.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six