This is a song about "Periodic table of elements"

While you stand under the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I've never been to hell so how can you tell elements are rushing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

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

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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