This is a song about "Table"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

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

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

The neighbors. but i know for a fact i am able to top the charts flip the table.

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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