This is a song about "1 drop table users"

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

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

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

I'm invincible, defeating you is inevitable, cause i'm invisible

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

That i'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table