This is a song about "Dirty table"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

It's typical how traditionally i position a syllable,

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

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

That i'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

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

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing