This is a song about "Periodic table families"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So i'm chasing the dreams, no realities

Go run and hide your families

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Wonder where your families gone..

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

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