This is a song about "Flip table"

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

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

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

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I'm invincible, defeating you is inevitable, cause i'm invisible

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

Now he's gonna fucking flip

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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