This is a song about "Circle seven"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Because they weak, like seven days.

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

I'm flowing in a circle

You can call it commercial

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Black clouds circle my weary head

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Car seats got screens in them

Yo....you know i'm five seven/