This is a song about "Solid gas liquid"

So much class, double d’s and ass

Got my foot on the gas

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Im happier when high and drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Or id be pumping gas

Fell asleep in first class

Rock solid like a stalagmite over betty white,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Ambition, pardon my ambition

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