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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Grab it and handle it, dismantle it 'til you like the shape

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Its all got unknown gases and u wont have a handicap

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Grab the scissors and saws and

So dunn stay silent

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration