This is a song about "The seven habits"

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I'm the seven six was afraid of, gone nuts, gotta little buzz,

Several dead, what the hell is this? / seven are said to dwell and live

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream.

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Seventeen eighty seven

But that's just the shit for me to release my habits

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package