This is a song about "Seven resources of technology"

See, i'm second to no one

Seventeen eighty seven

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Electronically, technology the best

So go ask your physics teacher, then go check your resources

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

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

Been doing music since i was fuckin seven

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son