This is a song about "1 drop table tags"

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

Nigga's talk they'd attacked me but wouldn't steal a taxi

I wanna get with you

I set a table for two

Bring them toe tags in again

I don't care what it did to them

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Eat her out, now she's the table

I'm modest, and humble

I bled on the bed and then on da table

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will