This is a song about "Periodic table of elements"

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Never exposed to elements, nothing but lima bean

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

While you stand under the table

Baby, you're an angel

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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