This is a song about "Dirty table"

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

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

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

She sees the world through a dirty window

Its a dirty dirty world you got to watch who you talk to

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Would have came back for you

I set a table for two

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

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