This is a song about "Science periodic table"

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,