This is a song about "Eight"

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'm level two, you're level eight

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

When i put ten in the bank and they take eight?

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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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