This is a song about "Tables"

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Back like i never ever left in the first

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Get it ya'll? that's a whole lotta bagels

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

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

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

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