This is a song about "Eight balls"

They calling me often to offer me walls

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Your balls cry during bug life

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

'cause i had the strength and balls