This is a song about "Eating a banana under the table"

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

And hide like a beast under the wood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

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

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

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

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

While you stand under the table

Lady at the frank stand will