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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

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

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

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Eat her out, now she's the table

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

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