This is a song about "Hennesy bong on the table"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

#3 my homework's on the table, so now ill never finish it cause the killers here,

Years that held nothing but brand new fears, feeling more of my sanity disappear.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I set the bowl on the kitchen table and walk over to the cereal