This is a song about "Table"

I set a table for two

I was twelve when the gunned you

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

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

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

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

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

You on the table for operation

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him