This is a song about "The 7d"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Black fours red drop head doors

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Here's the answer and the antidote: