This is a song about "Sitting at a table"

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

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

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

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Daddy sitting staring at my mummy,

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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