This is a song about "Being solid"

My flow's frozen solid, it's the middle of winter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Took the form of a human being

The time is now, on everything

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I believed in a higher being.

30 mins with this solid will surely rock her world,

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Solid to fair, ... man i struck again, mucking around in a hammick and, come

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

But it was africa the continent we all came from

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed