This is a song about "Eight characteristics of life"

Hovering, discovering the meaning of life

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Take the walk of my life

Then put it into sex drive

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

In the devoid of life

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste