This is a song about "1 drop table tags"

I bled on the bed and then on da table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

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

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I’m a factor and your facial

Eat her out, now she's the table

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

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

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Bring them toe tags in again

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them