This is a song about "Were the table"

First off congratulations on the win

You on the table for operation

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

I'm modest, and humble

While you stand under the table

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

I bled on the bed and then on da table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Eat her out, now she's the table

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will