This is a song about "The periodic table"

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

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

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there.

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

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

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