This is a song about "Climate power eight"

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Tell me how can we live this way

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

Just remember that you lack the power

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I'm level two, you're level eight

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

"here's my address, meet you at my place at eight"

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are