This is a song about "Table games training"

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Your eyes are amazing

While you stand under the table

As i light one for ill will

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Training my craftship using people for practice

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible