This is a song about "Bad gas"

Secret society all we ask is trust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

It's too turned going up like gas

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

This boa, what's your motivation

Of the nearest gas station,

They could never understand

I got good gas and the weeds dank