This is a song about "Aces and eights"

And remember what i said and

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

The drug that they brain need

And kill yourself and your clique

Man this life is but a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

But we still real brothers

And their mothers and fathers

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Just face it like eights and embrace the taste i'm creating

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting