This is a song about "Seven times table"

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

You on the table for operation

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Seventeen eighty seven

It's typical how traditionally i position a syllable,

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

While you stand under the table

Lady at the frank stand will