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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Pop another volume

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

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

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Rap is out of shape, so i just wanna taper

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,