This is a song about "Periodic ta"

I use mater ta fuckin shank her

Run for cover and return fire

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Huh, a metaphor of course

Our nation have to bow, africa

God damn justin, now did ya really have ta-

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Need i say more? nah i really don't have ta,

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

And nobody wants ta

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I promise ta swarm like the short horned locust

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I'll slap ya, don't fuck with me, not even when you have ta

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha