This is a song about "Plant on the table"

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.

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

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

I'm popping rubber bands

To the same plant, and the same pants

Oh, mama got a visa

Plant the bomb like petunia

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television