This is a song about "Glass tables"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Look, she so stingy with vagina

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

You can't be wiping your ass

With shards of ice and glass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass