This is a song about "Adain leaving our table"

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

So yall people best be leaving

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

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

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

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

I set a table for two