This is a song about "Table salt"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

I can't ever change without you

I set a table for two

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

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years