This is a song about "Henry the eighth"

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The bigger the the fun

So now she picks up the gun

In the heat of the summer,

I said i'm hurting her

Tats no dey for my arm

The weed into the bong

The truth but thats the way

Sign on my dick that say