This is a song about "My eight girlfriends"

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Eight hundred short a grand for a show, don't care my rent is overdue

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

Early adapters agree they all late

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight

The proverbial lemonade that i made

And i'm only just rehearsin' to what i'll do to your sisters and your girlfriends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends