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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

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

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

Eat her out, now she's the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

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

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

You on the table for operation

That's word to my mom

The weed into the bong

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

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

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table