This is a song about "Chatting gas"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Try to jack and i will attack

But i'm cappin' these snitch chatting, crackheads.

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Patting yeah chatting pah acting like casting

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass