This is a song about "Plant on the table"

Oh, mama got a visa

Plant the bomb like petunia

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

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

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

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible