This is a song about "Chatting gas"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Or id be pumping gas

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Of the nearest gas station,

You're uncool like my mother kin

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

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

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

It's too turned going up like gas

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay