This is a song about "Eight tails"

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader