This is a song about "Seven times table"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I bled on the bed and then on da table

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

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

While you stand under the table

Lady at the frank stand will

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Seventeen eighty seven

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

Every since then our whole city been horrible