This is a song about "Times tables"

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Track 8.) langston hughes (surviving the times)

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

And some more a couple more times

Rollin' down the four o five

The world seems strange at times

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Hard to kill, how many more times?

Dc's here, this is where crack lives