This is a song about "Were the table"

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

Watching you bleed were crying were fighting the depressed

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Bullies were first next were the teachers then later to the principal

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

The real me it's obscene the lesser ways to the table i bring

While you stand under the table

As i light one for ill will

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple