This is a song about "Henry 8th"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

When i pull up in that candy range

It feels like december 8th

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.