This is a song about "Glass tables"

With shards of ice and glass

Why probe our ass

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

You can't be wiping your ass

Just put your hand on the glass

Little light in the ass

And ill shatter you like glass

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Smash them like some window glass

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

So much that i think about just breaking tables