This is a song about "Table for one at a lonely caffe"

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

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

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

"but i've been lonely for so many years and i want you!"