This is a song about "Henry 8"

Completed assassination.

Or babies they raisin

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Inequality promises

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Intimidate, humiliate,

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Incinerating melody

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitch you should see my wallet

I'm on my figure 8 shit

Hate it when i leave

Hater please, you 8 degrees

But i ain't get to see you today

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,