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

But got comma’s in my statement

And remember what i said and

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Turn the volume up a little bit more

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

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

Self made coming soon

Pop another volume

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

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

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up