This is a song about "Eight tails"

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

But they sold jello in the paint

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam