This is a song about "Periodic table of elements"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Never exposed to elements, nothing but lima bean

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

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

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

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

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

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,

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer