This is a song about "703"

Pass the pot, sitting in my throne like its camelot

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Unaware of the sucess that was on the horizon

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I used to be a loner, known for not talkin and shyness

Even though it sounds absurd

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Cuz none of it really matters

Let's enjoy our younger years

Never been one to point fingers

Someone once told me that a picture speaks a thousand words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds