This is a song about "Chatting gas"

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

I got good gas and the weeds dank

The faker they shakin' my hand

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And i can't stop chatting

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues