This is a song about "Big gas"

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Got my foot on the gas

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Or id be pumping gas

While i'm rubbing on that ass

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear