This is a song about "Flip table"

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

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

I'm modest, and humble

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

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

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Your like a tourist with one flip flop

What you gonna do when we roll up and kick flip

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit