This is a song about "Gas laws"

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

What up girl, tell me how you been

Of the nearest gas station,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So much depth of crime, i'm an empty mind. set described to violate laws

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I still got my nike boots

Little light in the ass

Or id be pumping gas