This is a song about "Henry the eighth"

In the heat of the summer,

I said i'm hurting her

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

So, they hate and they say

Put a eighth on lay away

Smoke an eighth of blue dream so i'm not intense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Got the passion for the music

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Where the ball meets the wall