This is a song about "Waiting tables"

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Back like i never ever left in the first

The tables have turned, now i'm the favorite

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Waiting for what to end?

Hold my tears i tried my best

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

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

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