This is a song about "Eight tails"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

I go to just take one and i end up like having eight

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

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

I'm level two, you're level eight

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight