This is a song about "Bad gas"

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

And i got that bait, they all bad

If you feel it, it must be real just

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled