This is a song about "Table"

While you stand under the table

I’m a factor and your facial

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

Baby, you're an angel

Eat her out, now she's the table

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

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

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able