This is a song about "British gas"

Make him inhale the gas fumes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

British troops intervene

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Secret society all we ask is trust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I'm on the british south east coast mate

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Or id be pumping gas

Little light in the ass