This is a song about "Flip table"

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

Lady at the frank stand will

Eat her out, now she's the table

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble