This is a song about "Table tops"

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

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Here i go again, falling in love again

Everything about me tops all of them

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Blood stainin black and white tops

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

I’m a factor and your facial

Eat her out, now she's the table