This is a song about "Adain leaving our table"

While you stand under the table

As i light one for ill will

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

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

Leaving god undefeated

Foolish, i be on that new shit

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

In my drawsring, ring, ring

So we just kept leaving