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,

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

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

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

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

I be on some other shit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

Well, brenda's barely got a brain