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

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

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

You on the table for operation

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

While you stand under the table

Lady at the frank stand will

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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