This is a song about "Tables"

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

They want fun and the fame, when underground rapper are turnin thr tab-les.