This is a song about "Flip table"

I bled on the bed and then on da table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

So go ahead, go try to flip

While you stand under the table

I'm modest, and humble

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

The neighbors. but i know for a fact i am able to top the charts flip the table.

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

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

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

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

I set a table for two

You know i’m better off without you

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate