This is a song about "Pool table"

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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

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

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Cutting class for the pool

Ur pussy so deep and wide...u should start a pool

So like i said before don't act a fool