This is a song about "Propane"

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Another love song about shit

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

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

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,