This is a song about "Table salt"

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'll never call you bitch again

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

I bled on the bed and then on da table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Extra salt on the frizzle

Baby girl my stroke official