This is a song about "8"

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Anorexics an apatite

Inequality promises

Ships that sail to distant places

Completed assassination.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

With a honey in the middle

Not even metaphorical

So here i am at the store for some chips

Generating celebrations.

I'm on my figure 8 shit

How bout we blow this bit

What up girl, tell me how you been

Destination: desolation

And i need you to show me love

Inequality promises