This is a song about "Flip table"

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

So go ahead, go try to flip

I put some cash in ya pocket

As i light one for ill will

While you stand under the table

Ever since then i had no job

Your like a tourist with one flip flop

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip