This is a song about "Sitting at a table"

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I live in a zoo

I set a table for two