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

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

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

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Rappers’ volume dropping, appalled by this naw name

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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