This is a song about "Science periodic table"

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

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

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I’m a factor and your facial

Eat her out, now she's the table

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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