This is a song about "Eight tails"

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,

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

One two three four five six seven eight nine

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

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

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam