This is a song about "Eight tails"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Early adapters agree they all late

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

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape