This is a song about "Gas guzzlers"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Secret society all we ask is trust

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Got my foot on the gas

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

But i let off everything i have

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/