This is a song about "Seven resources of technology"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

Creating new technology, containing pornography,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

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

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree