This is a song about "Set"

When i get to warwick avenue

I set a table for two

Set off alarms with them bombs,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

My god has the traps set

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Orbital trajectory, sight set higher

Society will set you apart

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Maybe a set of pearls.

You just trynna be haters

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Your raps stink like opening paint, it's game set

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Sometimes i let anger set in