This is a song about "Plant on the table"

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

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

You on the table for operation

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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.

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

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

I'm modest, and humble

While you stand under the table