This is a song about "Smoking eight a day"

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

Low income no bills getting paid

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

I'm smoking psychedelics, i hustle like a felon

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

And getting money is the song i sing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I got something you've been waiting for

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her