This is a song about "Flip table"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will