This is a song about "Table tops"

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

If your man can't keep up wit you

I set a table for two

Eat her out, now she's the table

Baby, you're an angel

I’m a factor and your facial

While you stand under the table

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops