This is a song about "Astra got gassed"

Car with no limit what

Fuck your life its all gassed up

And to my side i've got

I fucking hate this job

Assassin gassed with the passin' of adversaries she's matched against

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

No one winning chance you even got

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

But sadly they're all i got

You see him as a god

I got my drink, i got my music

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

U got 1000 enemies i got none