This is a song about "Seven positions"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

To accomplish what i envision, not playing the right positions

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

There are people in better positions than i am

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

So that you know,you whack ass rappers have no positions

This obsession for rap started when i was seven

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one