This is a song about "Gas"

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

And i got that drive and she just might crash

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

When you ain't got no education

Of the nearest gas station,

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Still got my nike boots

Clap two times if you drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

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

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

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas