This is a song about "Dirty table"

Eat her out, now she's the table

I’m a factor and your facial

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Twista finna get up on the track

This nation's peace sent here to run you

I set a table for two

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

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

Love is a mystery

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble