This is a song about "Big gas"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And i got that bait, they all bad

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt