This is a song about "Chatting gas"

It's a -- situation

Of the nearest gas station,

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Got my foot on the gas

Gotta make that cash

A rapping rookie, acting an chatting pushy,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

I'm doing the same thing

And i can't stop chatting