This is a song about "Twenty eight"

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

City national bank evolve into shape

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

When i'm twenty eight it'll be when i die

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

It is super sized, number twenty six

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

And that was when i was in the eighth grade