This is a song about "Seven seas"

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Fortifying boundaries, not glorifying cloudy seas/

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

Then they slee-pin below not six but seven

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

That tre five seven stay tuck

Bitches is artificially duck

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Cause i'll be tearin up stages across the seas

Looking in the seven seas looking for third eye treasure

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better