This is a song about "Were the table"

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

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

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

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

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

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there.

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

While you stand under the table

Lady at the frank stand will