This is a song about "The 7d"

Down the street to the car,

You're in a seminar

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You left your nigga on his own

As the king upon the throne

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

From the gutter to the roof

But elon don't got no proof

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag