This is a song about "Cable tray"

I still remember the moment, at lunch time when you spilled my tray

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Cable tv, electric methadone

You make a nigga's night turn day

Using solo cups as an ash tray

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Hop on the cable and watch your funeral on cnn

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

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal