This is a song about "Periodic table"

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

That i'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

The neighbors. but i know for a fact i am able to top the charts flip the table.

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will