This is a song about "Henry 8th"

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

It feels like december 8th

When i pull up in that candy range

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy