This is a song about "Periodic table of elements"

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

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

Baby, you're an angel

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

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

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I bled on the bed and then on da table

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements