This is a song about "Bad gas"

She got something i never had

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

And get caught, in the moment