This is a song about "Chatting gas"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

I'm doing the same thing

And i can't stop chatting

Patting yeah chatting pah acting like casting

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

About disaster in the world and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled