This is a song about "Liquid"

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

Spewin' toxic liquid, like i'm gettin' helicopter lifted,

Trying to keep up with the persona of liquid solidity.

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

It's liquid solidity playa and you just can't afford,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Now defining my name liquid solidity is not that tough,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Not white... it a red liquid that drips!

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips