This is a song about "Flip table"

Baby, you're an angel

While you stand under the table

Now he's gonna fucking flip

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Eat her out, now she's the table

I'm modest, and humble

I put some cash in ya pocket

Throat clench and your smile flip.

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

You on the table for operation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin