This is a song about "Propane"

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

Never let the game play youand for the fame

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

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,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.