This is a song about "No food on the table"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

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

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

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I bled on the bed and then on da table

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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.

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

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

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

Baby, you're an angel