This is a song about "Eight balls"

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Sittin on bowling balls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Your balls cry during bug life

Take her back to where i live

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date