This is a song about "Table"

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

That i'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

He even offered that and it's still on the table