This is a song about "New dining room table"

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I've been through all the bull, switch formation

You on the table for operation

Baby, you're an angel

Eat her out, now she's the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

I bled on the bed and then on da table