This is a song about "Solids melting to a liduid"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

You have to take a year just to write a line to put on a disc

We believed in you

I've structured a place to

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Or a heroin to the tired n fucking sin to a liar

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I'm a lucky man to

And all the shit you went through

See i can put down the pipe

You brought a knife to a fight

Made a nigga have to spit to survive

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars