This is a song about "Were the table"

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

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

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

I’m a factor and your facial

To put food on the table..clothes on his back

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track