This is a song about "7 times tables"

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

They calling me often to offer me walls

We hustle to survive

Relive all the good times

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Then put it into sex drive

I remember dates, times

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Cus if your love was all i had

Times aren't always that bad

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite