This is a song about "Chatting gas"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

It's too turned going up like gas

You can't be wiping your ass

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Cause you're most likely to crash

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders