This is a song about "Scrubin bubbles"

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Blow another ounce as easy as blowing bubbles

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

As she goes through the levels

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

We all have our little bubbles like go get in it whenever there's troubles. yes

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

Only in that case can my physique look like stiff bubbles

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks