This is a song about "Gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Snapple fact: you rather wack

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

It's too turned going up like gas

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big