This is a song about "Class seven"

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Lyrical giant, seven-footer, they call me shaq/

Fell asleep in first class

Cause you're most likely to crash

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

This resin takes seven seconds to cause aggression,

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

This obsession for rap started when i was seven

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Because they weak, like seven days.

They say that i never cease to amaze

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven