This is a song about "Flip table"

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Your like a tourist with one flip flop

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

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

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

In hopes the bullshit from your lips'll just make everyone flip