This is a song about "Seven resources of technology"

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

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

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

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Plan incorporate technology with a wide span/

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,