This is a song about "Eight balls"

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Your balls cry during bug life

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

And i could see you coming home after work late

Your balls get susan boyle

My rapping made you soil

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

Probably wave goodbye at the same time