This is a song about "1 drop table tags"

I bled on the bed and then on da table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Baby, you're an angel

Eat her out, now she's the table

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

But i keep that to myself, i never tell and rip the tags.

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble