This is a song about "Sevin one six repping turn up"

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

So i guess you think you grown

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

But i'm not worried

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I wont stop battling even until i turn twenty one,

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Turn the volume up a little bit more

Turn the bling up like imma pharoah

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though