This is a song about "Pool table"

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

He even offered that and it's still on the table

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Cutting class for the pool

I’m a factor and your facial

Eat her out, now she's the table

While you stand under the table

Baby, you're an angel