This is a song about "Eight tails"

You're level two i'm level eight we don't equate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

I go to just take one and i end up like having eight

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

All i see is males, no females, just a bunch of bitches with wagging tails.

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

"here's my address, meet you at my place at eight"

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

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

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great