This is a song about "Gas chamber"

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

I need to be locked away in a chamber.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber