This is a song about "The periodic table"

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

As i light one for ill will

While you stand under the table

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

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Couple deals on the table i'm conversating with majors

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Eat her out, now she's the table

I’m a factor and your facial