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

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My minds melting and i feel like i'm evaporating

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Intellectually there's a place to go to

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Reluctant to, to give a shit

That means two, between me and you

I'm a lucky man to

Must of forgot, aint we supposed to be a melting pot?

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

The race war, when it's us against all of them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter