This is a song about "Eight balls"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Your balls get susan boyle

My rapping made you soil

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

Black fours red drop head doors

'cause i had the strength and balls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Now im doing cannon balls

You light-years behind here

Been locked up eight years on the real