This is a song about "Insulation"

I've got all the plastic ready with my favourite knife

Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayniggas doin' life

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

To all you haters, i fucking expect the plastic assets,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

They let me know who i am, busting out of containment

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

He didn't answer back but he bled all on the floor