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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Pop another volume

Self made coming soon

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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