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

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I set the bowl on the kitchen table and walk over to the cereal

To put food on the table..clothes on his back

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

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