This is a song about "781"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Sat down and had a fag but gagged as i had a cough

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Early adapters agree they all late

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

As the day went on i lost weight and had a debate if i was a date

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change