This is a song about "Waiting tables"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

Hold up yea we the best

Waiting for what to end?

So until then were patiently waiting

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Im just waiting for a volunteer,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

She said i'm ready to fuck

Waiting for me to fuck up

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite