This is a song about "Gas chamber"

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Of the nearest gas station,

Fell asleep in first class

Or id be pumping gas

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

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

But i let off everything i have

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

It's too turned going up like gas

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Got my foot on the gas