This is a song about "Slag eight"

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

Where every recipient, property of the state

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight

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

Early adapters agree they all late

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,