This is a song about "Rhys has liquid ass"

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I'm spilling out, my words are weapons, raining toxic liquid,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Not white... it a red liquid that drips!

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Trying to keep up with the persona of liquid solidity.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,