This is a song about "Table salt"

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

While you stand under the table

I'm modest, and humble

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

You on the table for operation

Only concern was the home that was close to him

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,