This is a song about "Eight tails"

They giggle as he finishes off his delicate meal made of eight.

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

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

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

You know that love is a very serious thing

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,