This is a song about "Propane"

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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