This is a song about "Table"

Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,

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

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

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

You on the table for operation

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

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

That 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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will