This is a song about "7 people"

Why do people have to hate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

And word i blew off herb i grew

Who takes out people like you

Please boo what's your size crazy

People should be blessed to see

But people still be judging

Let my angel sing

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

These kinda people are rare

That people dont even care

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

So while the world goes drake crazy

People should be blessed to see

Your girlfriend want to follow

People walk around hollow