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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

And as i lay one board at a time rooted in rhyme.

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there.

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table