This is a song about "Table tops"

While you stand under the table

As i light one for ill will

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

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

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

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

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

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

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will