This is a song about "Propane"

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

I know what you do with that

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

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

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

They calling me the hottest in the game

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling 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,