This is a song about "Table tops"

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Eat her out, now she's the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

You on the table for operation

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

I set a table for two

I ain't tryna diss you

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you