This is a song about "If bubbles were bullets"

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

Only in that case can my physique look like stiff bubbles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

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

When you spill out hits

Some lyrical bullets,

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

If you were next to it,