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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there.

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

All my niggas get together to gather loot

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

#3 my homework's on the table, so now ill never finish it cause the killers here,

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

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