This is a song about "Propane"

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on 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,