This is a song about "Eight"

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

You're level two i'm level eight we don't equate

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

Early adapters agree they all late

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Been locked up eight years on the real

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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