This is a song about "Periodic table"

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Couple deals on the table i'm conversating with majors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

Eat her out, now she's the table

Lady at the frank stand will

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table