This is a song about "Henry the 8th"

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The more battles the better the flows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

The weed into the bong

That's word to my mom

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I let you know you dealing with dogs

And i doubt that ever change

It feels like december 8th

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine