This is a song about "Eight balls"

Now hey little mama

Your balls big vagina

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

When i put ten in the bank and they take eight?

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time