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

Pop another volume

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Rappers’ volume dropping, appalled by this naw name

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

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

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle

You're passed to the back of the class for your flatulent gases

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight