This is a song about "Pool table"

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Deformed fool, taking a shit in a warm pool

I bled on the bed and then on da table

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Hoping that he's listening

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

My toilet is a giant pool its undeniable

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

I set a table for two

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you