This is a song about "Four and seven"

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I found the seven dragon balls and wished a nigga would

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Had a dance with the devil and i to be there by like seven

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

It's a dream i wanted since i was seven and been conquered

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I got seven dragon balls and i wish a nigga would!

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of