This is a song about "Periodic table group"

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,

Arise through the group you came from

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

Inspiration throughout the group

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

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

Yea its my group its my legion

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them