it's your boy K7 Yo I'm K7 ima blow like 9/11 the girls want me like 7/11 I'm the direct descendant of heaven heavy gamer ain't a false claimer she still want me can you blame her she said ima good tamer so you can't claim her she stroke it like a painter. I get the pack and the wood she'd blow it if she could but she knows I'm misunderstood I'm the perfect combination of ghetto and hood. Yea why you hating on me your not my problem B soon I'll piss a G and be sipping on Tea. Aye I be up on some passion and up on my fashion all these checks i get it and be cash in yea the whip I got and go dashing. and use to life  life off of ration. living life with no caption not sorry but still I got mrs.Jackson I don't need the fame I just want a fraction ill be tearing up the game like I'm bastion