This is a song about "Pieriodic table"

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

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

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

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

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