This is a song about "Eight"

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

I don't mind if you niggas hate

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight