This is a song about "Picknick table"

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

That i'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

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

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

The neighbors. but i know for a fact i am able to top the charts flip the table.