This is a song about "Eight tails"

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

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

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm level two, you're level eight

I can tell you that this tape

Been locked up eight years on the real

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

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