This is a song about "Periodic table families"

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Go run and hide your families

It creates dead members of families

Not likely like stay long please

My talent should take me places i've never been

You on the table for operation

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Nobody even bother to take a second to realize about their families

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

So if you wanna leave

Go run and hide your families

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

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