This is a song about "8 min"

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

How i think about you every day

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

Word...bugatiis i just wake up in wait uh min u aint got no bugatti ok..i was playin bitch

(8 second instrumental break)

What is it gonna take

I'm activated by the moves your making

Strangely deteriorating

Or babies they raisin

Completed assassination.

Ima slow it down, down, down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

How bout we blow this bit

Motherfucker your adopted!

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Realistically they really