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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And remember what i said and

Itself in every form and shape and way,

Then some lady named billie holiday

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Grab the scissors and saws and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Turn the volume up a little bit more