This is a song about "Table mafia"

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

While you stand under the table

I’m a factor and your facial

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

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Eat her out, now she's the table

I'm modest, and humble

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote