This is a song about "Twenty seven"

Its seven, now pinch it

Bitch you should see my wallet

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I can taste the salt from my tears

I conversed with this for twenty years.

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

Because they weak, like seven days.

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Twenty four hours,seven days. we sat and mourned cuz' we can't part ways.

Twenty years past and my mind's cultivated

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Seventeen eighty seven

Hoes row got beans in them