This is a song about "Eight tails"

Been locked up eight years on the real

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

Early adapters agree they all late

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Beef with me tails will break hips, trey flips adlibs of horrorcore, but more,