This is a song about "Periodic table families"

When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You on the table for operation

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

What am i talking about you knew fore i was born, that jodi's families

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

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

Haven't seen the world in so long

Wonder where your families gone..

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Families in tears, because thoughts are horrifying

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table