This is a song about "Tables"

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

This is like love, that you can never get

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

So much that i think about just breaking tables

That scary love, never get married love

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

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

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

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

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

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

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