This is a song about "Table tennis"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

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

While you stand under the table

As i light one for ill will

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

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

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,