This is a song about "Solid gas liquid"

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I still got my nike boots

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Ill solid bars that make you vomit

Bring your pen and your weed stash

It's too turned going up like gas

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

You'll be like liquid, yo where you been,

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

I got some fire and shit

Except mines not known as liquid........

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fuck you if you feelin' different