This is a song about "Solid gas liquid"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Ill solid bars that make you vomit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

I mean of course just the same old

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

30 mins with this solid will surely rock her world,

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

It ain't where i been

Of the nearest gas station,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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