This is a song about "Bitches guns dough smoking gas"

Got my foot on the gas

I can get straight to the cash

Little light in the ass

It's too turned going up like gas

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

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

Or id be pumping gas

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last