This is a song about "Eight tails"

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I'm level two, you're level eight

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight

At an extremly alarming rate

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

City national bank evolve into shape

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Ten more depending on where wale going

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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