This is a song about "Trading two for seven"

And for two, there's still a few that i need to chew.

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Here comes a blast or two for the isnpiration site

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

What preceded was the clue

One, two, this one's for you,

I call em up, they might fall through

Two was a good number for you,

I havent been on here for two days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I set a table for two