This is a song about "Bubbles"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

We all have our little bubbles like go get in it whenever there's troubles. yes

... a white lie to a eighth try; try of success till my lies become my only success

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Blow another ounce as easy as blowing bubbles

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

February cold as my heart

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Only in that case can my physique look like stiff bubbles

We vegetables, on them record labels

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles