This is a song about "Solubility and solvent"

And now that i’m getting money

And a fridge and some broccoli

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And get it again and again

Had to wear the 13's with them

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

But nah, he is quite different

And remember what i said and

And once i'm dead and gone

Get on a song