This is a song about "Seven resources of technology"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

Plan incorporate technology with a wide span/

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Hide behind technology sayin you go hard

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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

Im just a man writin rhymes harder than technology

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come