This is a song about "Solids liquids and gases shape and volume"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Its all got unknown gases and u wont have a handicap

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And remember what i said and

Dc star, a pg legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend