This is a song about "Table tennis"

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I bled on the bed and then on da table

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I set a table for two

And word i blew off herb i grew

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

You on the table for operation

While you stand under the table

I’m a factor and your facial

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

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