This is a song about "Gas"

It's too turned going up like gas

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I got good gas and the weeds dank

They could never understand

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

So chase the air hide your stash

Or id be pumping gas

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

But im a well of inspiration

Of the nearest gas station,

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

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

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast