This is a song about "Table tennis"

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

You on the table for operation

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I just wanna be higher than that

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table