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

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

To put food on the table..clothes on his back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

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

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Couple deals on the table i'm conversating with majors