This is a song about "Propane"

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,

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane