This is a song about "Eighty three"

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And i make hip-hop lately and i'll do this shit till im eighty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I came up hungry

At the age of fuckin three

All created by three great brains

And i ain't got what it takes

Do you think i'm crazy

Fuck, i was number three,

Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say