This is a song about "Table mafia"

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

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Eat her out, now she's the table

As i light one for ill will

You on the table for operation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

Baby, you're an angel

While you stand under the table

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

The neighbors. but i know for a fact i am able to top the charts flip the table.