This is a song about "Trading two for seven"

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

I havent been on here for two days

Looking in the seven seas looking for third eye treasure

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

You're testin me, you best be quittin while you're oh for two

So rest your weary heart

Two for ten, after dark

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Don't fuck around and make it true

So its time for verse two