Propane Money
Hank Trill Lyrics
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Goddamnit, Bobby
They see me sellin' propane
And now they tryna copy
Pretend to be broke, but I got hella cash
If you use charcoal, I'ma kick your ass
Made this money from Propane, bitch
I feel like Pablo Escobar, but I don't sell cocaine, bitchShot that fella 'cause he didn't make his payments
Fuck with me, I keep a rocket launcher in my basement
Made this money from Propane, bitch
I feel like Pablo Escobar, but I don't sell cocaine, bitch
Shot that fella 'cause he didn't make his payments
Fuck with me, I keep a rocket launcher in my basement (oh man, goddamn)
I caught Bobby jackin' off (jackin' off), syrup ain't no cough
Big Hank break the law, Ladybird, that's my dog (that's my dog)
Peggy got that wet-wet, I flip you like a Tech Deck
Yeah, I run my set-set; I'm runnin' up them check-checks (oh man, goddamn)
If you usin' charcoal that's a red dot at yo' head (at yo' head)
Propane 'til I'm dead ('til I'm dead), bitch I'm off the meds (I'm off the meds)
We be smokin' loud (loud) and you smokin' on mid (mid)
Me and Dale gettin' lit, and I'm runnin' from the feds (from the feds)
Made this money from Propane, bitch
I feel like Pablo Escobar, but I don't sell cocaine, bitch
Shot that fella 'cause he didn't make his payments
Fuck with me, I keep a rocket launcher in my basement
Made this money from Propane, bitch
I feel like Pablo Escobar, but I don't sell cocaine, bitch
Shot that fella 'cause he didn't make his payments
Fuck with me, I keep a rocket launcher in my basement
Overall Meaning
The lyrics of the song "Propane Money" by Hank Trill portray him as a propane distributor who has earned a great deal of money from selling propane. He boasts about his success, warning others not to mess with him, otherwise, he'll use his rocket launcher. Hank Trill feels like a kingpin, comparing himself to Pablo Escobar, but clarifies that he doesn't sell cocaine. He also mentions that he shot someone for failing to pay their propane bill, implying that he runs his business seriously and won't tolerate any nonsense from his clients. Hank Trill is not a person to take lightly and prefers to be feared than loved, with his money and business strategies providing him with the much-needed tool to amplify that perception.
It is worth noting that the song "Propane Money" by Hank Trill derives its name from the singer of the TV series "King of the Hill," Hank Hill. Hank Hill was a propane salesman who takes his work seriously and has a loyal clientele that values propane over other energy sources.
Line by Line Meaning
I keep that thing on me
I always carry my propane with me
Goddamnit, Bobby
An expression of frustration directed towards Bobby
They see me sellin' propane And now they tryna copy
People are trying to imitate my success in selling propane
Pretend to be broke, but I got hella cash
I may appear to be broke, but in reality, I'm wealthy from selling propane
If you use charcoal, I'ma kick your ass
I strongly disapprove of using charcoal instead of propane
Made this money from Propane, bitch I feel like Pablo Escobar, but I don't sell cocaine, bitch Shot that fella 'cause he didn't make his payments Fuck with me, I keep a rocket launcher in my basement
I have made my fortune by selling propane, like Pablo Escobar did with cocaine. I am not afraid to take violent action against those who do not pay their debts. I am well-prepared for any potential threats to my business, as evidenced by my possession of a rocket launcher.
I caught Bobby jackin' off (jackin' off), syrup ain't no cough Big Hank break the law, Ladybird, that's my dog (that's my dog) Peggy got that wet-wet, I flip you like a Tech Deck Yeah, I run my set-set; I'm runnin' up them check-checks (oh man, goddamn)
Bobby was caught masturbating and cough syrup is not a suitable replacement for propane. I am not afraid to break the law, and Ladybird is my loyal companion. Peggy is sexually desirable and I am highly skilled at making money.
If you usin' charcoal that's a red dot at yo' head (at yo' head) Propane 'til I'm dead ('til I'm dead), bitch I'm off the meds (I'm off the meds) We be smokin' loud (loud) and you smokin' on mid (mid) Me and Dale gettin' lit, and I'm runnin' from the feds (from the feds)
Using charcoal is asking for trouble, and I will defend my use of propane with force. I am committed to propane for life and I am a little bit crazy. We smoke high-grade marijuana, while you settle for a lower quality. Me and Dale are having a good time and I am also avoiding law enforcement.
Writer(s): Dane Anders Benson
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