This is a song about "Bubbles"

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Good kids make bad grown ups

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

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

Blow another ounce as easy as blowing bubbles

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

A working genius, a work of art

Only in that case can my physique look like stiff bubbles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups