This is a song about "Dirty table"

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

What them tippers don't see

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

And i'm from the dirty south,

A thug niggas in tha house

I bet that mirror gon show you

I set a table for two

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

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I’m a factor and your facial

While you stand under the table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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