This is a song about "Table cock"

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

That i'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Your mom jumped on this cock

That means i have no block

Gunning for the top, cock back reload

New canvas she need a new stroke

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

I'm going harder than my big cock

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block