This is a song about "Gas chamber"

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Which made me have to wait like leap year