This is a song about "Eight tails"

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different