This is a song about "Gas and mud"

Fuck this i'm going back stomping on the gas, found kcb, and all i could say was that i'm back

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I rather give you my last to see you live again

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

To highjack you from the hearse and throw you in the mud

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but