This is a song about "Propane"

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

They calling me the hottest in the game

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes