This is a song about "Cable tray"

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

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

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

I'm about to shock you like wet cable wires

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

On the cable channel

Lady at the frank stand will

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans