This is a song about "Gas glocks tanks basketball"

It's too turned going up like gas

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Or id be pumping gas

Gotta make that cash

At the end many tanks to emcees who voted carlcee's raps

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Like basketball i toss the alley