This is a song about "Propane"

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

You got me fuming, i'm propane, profane, prolifically grow others to pros,

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Different positions, but she still moaning the same