This is a song about "Bad gas"

Of the nearest gas station,

I am my inspiration

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I got good gas and the weeds dank

If you ever feel alone and

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Your life is a product of trash

Or id be pumping gas

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,