This is a song about "Henry 8"

Generating celebrations.

So here i am at the store for some chips

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

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

Inequality promises

And panned out, i'm all in love

Strangely deteriorating

I was born to do the damn thing

Catch you up on places i've been

Family my motivation

Everybody is created

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Everybody (everybody)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Slowing its exponentially

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see