This is a song about "Sodium and carbon"

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

And a fridge and some broccoli

Hopin' that my niggas see

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And get it again and again

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers

And i'm dizzy and spinning

P-i double l in the building