This is a song about "Peroidic table"

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

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

While you stand under the table

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

I'm modest, and humble

Eat her out, now she's the table

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

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

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