This is a song about "Henry 8th"

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

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

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

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

I should have known from the start boy

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

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