This is a song about "Plant on the table"

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

#3 my homework's on the table, so now ill never finish it cause the killers here,

Baby, you're an angel

While you stand under the table

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

Lady at the frank stand will

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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