This is a song about "Chatting gas"

Of the nearest gas station,

It's a -- situation

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

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

And i can't stop chatting

I was born to do the damn thing

A rapping rookie, acting an chatting pushy,

Must be something you want me to see

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

A couple of sprites but no beer

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Or id be pumping gas

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

That we can't forget the past

I got good gas and the weeds dank