This is a song about "Knights of the round table"

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

While you stand under the table

Baby, you're an angel

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

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

He even offered that and it's still on the table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Drinkin' hennessey and cold brewafter smokin', stopped in oakland

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I bled on the bed and then on da table

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison