This is a song about "Henry the 8th"

The more battles the better the flows

Took me a while just to write those

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

You is not hip then i can not coach her

All up under the covers day

The truth but thats the way

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

It feels like december 8th

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

I should have known from the start boy

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,

And i put that on my name

The realist in the game

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back