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

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Made a nigga have to spit to survive

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

Pay a hitta to have a nigga disfigured,

When ab enter, cats get they raps injured

Life's to short to always hold a grudge

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge