This is a song about "Periodic table group"

Eat her out, now she's the table

Lady at the frank stand will

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

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

Arise through the group you came from

Now look: the change has come

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

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

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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