This is a song about "Big gas"

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Two white cups and i got that drank

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Except she's got a little more ass

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations

Big tits and a big ass

I can get straight to the cash