This is a song about "Your gf"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Because i see right through your disguise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Your on fire.. your on fire

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

And the v12, that's on various trips

Things'll never be the same

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And everybody's having sex