This is a song about "Gas fire"

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

And still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Sucker mc’s should call me sire

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

And you all will respect that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Your on fire.. your on fire

The only time i flirt with her

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class