This is a song about "Table games training"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

It’s something that’s in your veins

Dont wanna play no mind games

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

I set a table for two

Fire reds and flu games

For the occasion, paper planes

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