This is a song about "Two eight eight"

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

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

Taking my time, let me levitate

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

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

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day