This is a song about "Periodic table of elements"

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Said, let me introduce you to the elements

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

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

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You on the table for operation

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

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

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

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table