This is a song about "Henry the eighth"

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

White america said i'd be doing 25 to life

Where the ball meets the wall

Didn't do a thing at all

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

The truth but thats the way

So close i could give flip a play

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

No tats dey for my arm

The weed into the bong

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga