This is a song about "Tables"

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

So much that i think about just breaking tables

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

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

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

They calling me often to offer me walls

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls