This is a song about "Cable tray"

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

We all dream one day we kings and queens

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.

I woulda done anything for my own

Cable tv, electric methadone

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

On the cable channel

As i light one for ill will

Game never on cable, but my contract gonna need an extension

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin