This is a song about "Periodic table of elements"

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

My raps are elegant,excellent,i contain all of the elements

Every since then our whole city been horrible

He even offered that and it's still on the table

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

And trying to start today with arguments

Said, let me introduce you to the elements

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

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

I'm modest, and humble

Eat her out, now she's the table

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was