This is a song about "Gas fires"

It's too turned going up like gas

So much class, double d’s and ass

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Unable to think clear

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

I stay hot like the fires from hell

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

If i'm not mistaken you're supposed to be preventing forest fires