This is a song about "Periodic ta"

Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

I only want the ps, beefs i try ta prevent

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

Out-ta this world, i go bigger, jupiter/

And then along came the wrong man for her

Raised by a momma who, who

I'm here ta edify, you

Doin' it fo' the stack, hol'up i need ta reload

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

You see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it

Chillin' with homies and family

Girls try ta rush me touch me love me