This is a song about "Trading two for seven"

This obsession for rap started when i was seven

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

And all the shit you went through

One, two, this one's for you,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

I think you and your friends

You ask for my two cents

One, two, this one's for you,

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love