This is a song about "Liquid"

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I'm spilling out, my words are weapons, raining toxic liquid,

It's like we're spewing venom, it's raining toxic liquid,

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Trying to keep up with the persona of liquid solidity.

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I fear not death before its my time i'm liquid cyanide,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for