This is a song about "Periodic table of elements"

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

As i light one for ill will

Eat her out, now she's the table

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

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

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

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

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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