This is a song about "Niners going 8 8"

Could i make you my baby

Going dumb im going crazy,

These days, i'm still going at it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Keep going till i get my fill

As i light one for ill will

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

If you don't go, your going slow

Yeah, for the kids going through shit/

See i let my nigga split that

Going through the purse of your spouse

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms