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

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I bled on the bed and then on da table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

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