This is a song about "Table"

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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Couple deals on the table i'm conversating with majors

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

As i light one for ill will

While you stand under the table

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

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table