This is a song about "Seven"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

That tre five seven stay tuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Lyrical giant, seven-footer, they call me shaq/

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Never learned my lesson, seven minutes in heaven

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This resin takes seven seconds to cause aggression,

This obsession for rap started when i was seven

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Seventeen eighty seven

They like talk to em young