This is a song about "1 drop table tags"

I’m a factor and your facial

Eat her out, now she's the table

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Bring them toe tags in again

I bled on the bed and then on da table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible