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

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

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

My minds melting and i feel like i'm evaporating

You brought a knife to a fight

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

You're talking to one of the greatest

Sat down to talk to a mad scientist

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

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I'm a legend your a stranger about to get sent to heaven

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

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