This is a song about "Table tennis"

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

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

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,

That i'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

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

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You on the table for operation