This is a song about "Chatting gas"

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

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

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

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

A rapping rookie, acting an chatting pushy,

I still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

Or id be pumping gas

While i'm rubbing on that ass

But my brother got a year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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