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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

While you stand under the table

Baby, you're an angel

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

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

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

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

I'm invincible, defeating you is inevitable, cause i'm invisible

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I bled on the bed and then on da table

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

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