This is a song about "My eight girlfriends"

God told two one eight, not to fill my mind with hate, but hey god its to late,

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Ive had three girlfriends on roulette of chat

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

Go like i never seen a red light shine

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

"here's my address, meet you at my place at eight"

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight