This is a song about "Fluid mechanics"

Stupid shit feeling fluid is as to fit i might quit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Has a needle injected that feeds him intravenous fluid,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Though those money trees sent the lead flow, intravenous fluid

Spit piff, the embalm fluid stripped from an impaled carcass

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Decompose/ beats and break it down like mechanics

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Benny trip did it, he caught lighter fluid,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Got shit so complex that even if a scientist in quantum mechanics,