This is a song about "Class seven"

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Had to wear the 13's with them

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

I'm just fucking round in class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Instead of being in class

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Tryna find the one

Seventeen eighty seven

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,