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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Couple deals on the table i'm conversating with majors

My sim card's the bomb

Smack a bong, rip the gong

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

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

While you stand under the table

I’m a factor and your facial

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible