This is a song about "Flip table"

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

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

And i must admit

Now he's gonna fucking flip

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

You on the table for operation

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him