This is a song about "Propane"

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

And my momma keep smoking that shit

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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