This is a song about "Coffee table"

I'm modest, and humble

Eat her out, now she's the table

I bled on the bed and then on da table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I’m a factor and your facial

While you stand under the table

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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Can you picture my specific plan

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I got crunk off a straight black coffee