This is a song about "Serving tables"

So much that i think about just breaking tables

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm