This is a song about "Slag eight"

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

When i put ten in the bank and they take eight?

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

They giggle as he finishes off his delicate meal made of eight.

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Ha my mojo back

Thinking about you, you slag