This is a song about "781"

But i do quite well with all the bait

I had a cape but lost the tape

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

I woked up and got washed but lost my dosh when i was cross

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Came down the loft and troght to the right and lost my height

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried