This is a song about "Propane"

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Get the zippo and spark the shit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame