This is a song about "Tables"

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

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

Look in the scope, my people still a target

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.