This is a song about "Seven eleven"

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So many of us, must be seven hundreds, many proppers and eleven others

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Then they slee-pin below not six but seven

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

Get a heath at the 7-eleven

Well baby bot there ain't no question