This is a song about "Seven times table"

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

Tryna find the one

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Been doing music since i was fuckin seven

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

While you stand under the table

Baby, you're an angel

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

He even offered that and it's still on the table