This is a song about "The seventh seal"

Between the seal and its a done deal

Hopin' when this bread get here

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

And if he opens his mouth i'll seal it closed with candle wax

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried