This is a song about "Eight"

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

But i do quite well with all the bait

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

One two three four five six seven eight nine