This is a song about "Gas chamber"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

It's too turned going up like gas

Little light in the ass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

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

Got my foot on the gas

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Clap two times if you drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber