This is a song about "Tables"

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

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite