This is a song about "Bad gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas