This is a song about "Tables"

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

And california on that jerk shit

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

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

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

So we can stick around for as long as we can so we can enjoy this earth,

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

So much that i think about just breaking tables