This is a song about "Science periodic table"

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

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

It's typical how traditionally i position a syllable,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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