This is a song about "The periotic table"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

You on the table for operation

Only concern was the home that was close to him

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

I set the bowl on the kitchen table and walk over to the cereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

To put food on the table..clothes on his back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

The neighbors. but i know for a fact i am able to top the charts flip the table.

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I bled on the bed and then on da table

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel