This is a song about "Melt"

Everytime you come around

Metaphore, melt you down

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I got the same hammer under my belt, making these chocolate girls melt.

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

Kill them with kindness, like dorthy show them bliss. they'll melt like the witch,

And getting money is the song i sing

They're panties melt when they see me smiling

Melt this track like butter

And while i’m in your mother

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I'm just praying my words grasp her heart and then melt it.