This is a song about "Plant on the table"

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there.

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

I'm modest, and humble

While you stand under 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

Plant the bomb like petunia

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Eat her out, now she's the table

I’m a factor and your facial