This is a song about "1 drop table tags"

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Eat her out, now she's the table

Baby, you're an angel

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that