This is a song about "Gas and water"

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Hiking till my feet are bleeding and the water blocks my breathing

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

She drowned, so i fucked her and used her blood for bath water/

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The faker they shakin' my hand

I got good gas and the weeds dank