This is a song about "1 drop table users"

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

#1 (#single #syllables)

Or closed casket for our troubles

You're uncool like my mother kin

You on the table for operation

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

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

See when i write rhymes on here, i'm the coolest of users,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve