This is a song about "Carbon dioxide"

Now i'll burn your ass, cuz it's full of methane

Your man wale in his own damn lane

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

But not expecting the sour is your top mistake

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

There made out of carbon mesh!

I've got the conductive flow like nitride

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right