This is a song about "Table"

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

While you stand under the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

You on the table for operation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

He even offered that and it's still on the table

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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