This is a song about "7 in the moring"

Written in blood on the wall

Bitch, i was born to ball

The realist in the game

I'm going off the top of the brain

Lust will have you slipping

When i step in the building

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

In the face of the outside.

Uh...i look in the mirror

Ass cap, put em in the river

While i sit in the corner

I pipe in and one night her

In the face of the outside.

At your best you might