This is a song about "Henry the eighth"

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

A metaphor, for the insecure

In the heat of the summer,

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Do the math, get the sum

Had to wear the 13's with them

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Got the passion for the music

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga