This is a song about "Chatting gas"

Keep chatting me up but i don't know what to say

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Twist me up, let me crank

Gotta make that cash

Got my foot on the gas

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

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